Since Mabel took up residence in December, I had no trouble thinking what to journal about.
She's still living upstairs, like a maiden aunt who's too shy to come down to dinner, but she's fattened up quite a bit and seems very content with her lot in life.
Maggie, our dog, continues to be fascinated by the fact that a real live cat lives in the house and stares at Mabel with rapt attention, so focused that when Mabel moves, Maggie twitches in response.
This morning I was in the kitchen when I suddenly heard a high, shrieking AR-AR-AR-AR-AR from the guest room.
I galloped up the steps hollering both their names, not sure what was going on. Just as I hit the landing, Maggie shot out of the guest room and passed me on the stairs at about 70 miles an hour.
When I peered into the bedroom, Mabel was sitting in the middle of the floor, licking one paw. She turned and stared at me, paw in mid-air.
Yes? Did you want something?
We stared at each other for a moment, then I went back downstairs to make sure Maggie hadn't lost an eye or something, but I didn't see any damage. This evening she would barely venture up the steps with me when I went up to change. Lesson learned - don't MESS with the CAT!
The background is a paper napkin with a used tea bag torn up and glued here and there. I'm currently in love with used tea bags as background accents. Circles punched from a barn roof magazine page. A couple pics of Mabel, some markers and white gel pen.